By the same reasoning of trump, you could say:
“Isn‘t it a shame, all those people are dead all because Trump was born?”
“Isn‘t it a shame, all those people are dead all because 62 million Americans thought having a debt-ridden, fake game show narcissist as the leader of their country would be a grand idea?”
“Isn‘t it a shame, all those people are dead all because our President was a ‘useful idiot’ to the dictator of Russia.”
Bonus: Cawthorn embarrasses himself again - no word about his underwear choices.
https://apple.news/AMwxZ7bATRuqTE7F2LY1pAA
If you have to tell the world that you’re an “incredibly honest, clean guy,” chances are pretty high that you’re not.
Why hasn’t Pence been arrested? He heard the plot, which was illegal, asked various people about it, including a judge who told him it was illegal, but didn’t report it to the FBI or police, letting the attempted insurrection play out. In the end, he was sitting on knowledge of a plot and whichever way the outcome would go, he’d look good. He’s a devious little creep who deserves jail for his silence.
Why, thank you so much! That’s very kind of you! Had to get on here and see what kind of Christmas posts you had and as usual, they are excellent! Your site here is the best on Tumblr and gives internet sites a run for their money, too. Here, I’m toasting you with a glass of eggnog at my bar:
Happy Holidays, @arcticbunn -love it when I see you hop by🎁💚🥂❤️⭐️🎅
I know what you’re saying, and yeah, it’s cold. Damn cold sometimes. But I’ve made my decision long before you wrote this. When I came up to Minnesota 45 years ago to go to grad school, I fell in love with the state all over again. And I stayed up there for seven more years trying to get a job. When I was down to my last $50, I had to leave, and I’ve been trying to get back since then. Before leaving, I endured days of -100 wind chill, another day when it was -36 and blizzards. These were the more worse conditions; it doesn’t include ice, snow storms or days below zero. That’s why you’ve got to be tough. On the opposite side, I’ve twice done time in Florida, the U.S. version of Hell, where days/months of 90 degrees on end are the norm. Like it hot? Come down and see how you like it. I hate it. When I first did time in Florida, it was around Ft. Lauderdale, which is 10 1/2 months of Hell and 6 weeks of Near Hell. I’d open my car door after a day of work and thought I would spontaneously combust. I escaped then after 8 years, spent 5 years out and then met a wonderful, smart and lovely woman - who lived in Florida. Glad I never said I’d never go back we got married, worked, retired and after 20 years, I convinced my wife that we needed four seasons in our lives, and she seemed ready. But life has a few tricks up its sleeve, and one of them is that after 33 years of suffering from CNS Lupus, she passed away on September 1. She won’t physically be with me when I move back to Minnesota, but she’ll be with me spiritually and in my heart, in a place she never got to see except through my descriptions. You bet I’m coming, for both of us, and it will probably be the most remote place you can find on the map of the state. After 38 years of trying to get back, it’s going to happen, for me, for us.
I don’t care how much you think the cold is sweet and nice and “~Oooo layers and hot chocolate!!~”. Don’t do it. Your definition of the word “cold” has been lost to time and willful ignorance. “Do you prefer hot or cold?” They ask. “Cold.” You say. It’s an obvious answer. “You can always add more layers but you can only get so naked.” Fool. -40 doesn’t care about your perceptions. You are inside a heated house. you are wearing three layers of sweatshirts and your fuzziest socks. there are thirty blankets crushing you and you can no longer move or breathe but the cold is so bone deep that you feel it coming from inside of you. You bundle up in your aesthetic jackets and cute beanies and you go outside. You’ve made it four steps before the icy wind stabs the back of your throat in revenge for underestimating it. You go back inside and you keep adding layers. Still, deep under so many heavy jackets and wool socks, your extremities burn with the cold by the time you get to your car. when you get where you’re going you look like you rolled out of a bed in the middle of lake superior. you probably did. it’s minnesota.
“It’s only three months!!” Fool. Dumb of ass. Winter is a greedy mistress. She steals the young spring months like fucking rumpelstiltskin. You won’t see dirt until May. Possibly June. if you think I’m exaggerating then there’s still hope for you. She impatiently swallows your Halloween and Thanksgiving. You see the famed colored leaves for one (1) week. Your perception is completely altered. Is twenty degrees cold? I don’t know anymore. I thought it was kinda warm. I’ve heard i’m wrong.
You do not want this bitter mistress. She will chew up your naivety and spit it back in your face. Stay blissfully ignorant. Don’t let her draw you in. This is hell frozen over.
Growing up, I had skates with metal wheels that clamped onto your shoes. The only place we had to skate was on the sidewalks, so if the skates weren’t secured tightly or the sidewalk was uneven, it could lead to some interesting results, usually involving Bactine, iodine and Band-aids - or worse.
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Amazed at the sight of my arm, I call out, “Hey genie, I know I was thinking about having some crab for dinner, but it’d be cannibalism to have some now.”
There are days when I‘ve been this excited to get into bed (even if mine isn’t new).
# Backup voices for “The Sound of Philadelphia,” by MFSB (1974)
The Three Degrees (1974)